As dust takes to pen

As dust takes to pen

A Poem by GrayHalwk
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Open thought

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Who am I but only a figment of your imagination,
When race or the pigment of skin comes in,
Friend nor foe as my story goes,
Grow in pain,
As it rains,
Loving life in the darkness of night,
Living and dying by morning like,
Locked in rage,
As each page is turned,
Lost as all children of the night,
Gets old before they find a home,
Though in a tug of war,
Soon I'll be sleeping at Gods door,
For I need not a bed to lay my head,
A place at the masters feet is what I want instead,
Though no angels come to me in my hour on need,
My Lord comforts me,
And soon he will let my soul free,
Knowing nothing and lost to the pages of time,
Like a twisted Nursery rhyme.
When life spins out of my control,
Leaning on God because he is my only friend,
Never knowing a mother or a father,
Having both,
But like two ships passing in the foggy night,
They are lost at see,
Never knowing me,
Like an old mighty oake,
I stand alone,
If lightning doesn't strike me dead I may live a long time,
But like a shadow,
I'm gone,
When you turn around,
It will be as if I was never there,
Just a figment of your imagination,
As Dust takes to pen,
Life begins again,

© 2020 GrayHalwk


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when we don't have love from our immediate families, we find it elsewhere...and one place is where we are sure to find it...
he keeps his eye and love on us all.
needs an edit or two, but has a lot of power that comes across strongly in its content.
j.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Not knowing your parents....not knowing your roots...is very difficult. There are feelings of insignificance here. I hope writing will allow you to express your emotions and move on. Lydi**

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

With Jacob in this poem.
When we're alone in the world we begin the search for what others take for granted.
It's probably a journey that never really ends, but in between we must survive and make our mark.
This is one powerful poem.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


I felt a lone soul here in these lines. Never knowing a mother or father is incredibly difficult. Raises all sorts of questions which probably can't be answered. An oak standing alone is mighty, I found strength here and also reassured that you find comfort in your faith. Powerful piece of writing.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


when we don't have love from our immediate families, we find it elsewhere...and one place is where we are sure to find it...
he keeps his eye and love on us all.
needs an edit or two, but has a lot of power that comes across strongly in its content.
j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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GrayHalwk
GrayHalwk

Echo, MN



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Well was on the streets as a boy in Oklahoma and in prison before I was 17 in Alaska then in the US Army at 23. And back in prison at 31 for 15 years married at 49. For the first time. Now a Disabled .. more..

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